There's broken structures all throughout the area. He remembers this place- it was a small city, a residential area for middle-class families. Now it's just a tattered mass of rubble, covered in foreign machinery that's clearly unwelcome to life. The machines are mottled with red, looking like moss against the dark metal, and that red seems to have worn the things down into near disrepair. Long, snaking cords run along the ground and among the rubble and tech, and at many points the wires beneath the metal shell are visible, sparking weakly like mechanical death throes. It looks like most of these machines used to be active, but now only a few are even moving.

While he was looking around, the strange woman has gone further away. She's still visible, heading up a hill, but nearly out of view.

(ah, its our future if we dont freaking fix global warming.

...

omg wait.
all these humanoid races are evolved animals after thousands, if not millions, of years. humanity is exctinct, or at least on its last legs. but then they harness their old machines and began fighting in the shadows, trying to reclaim their former glory by killing the races with their machines.)

he followed.

(No)



After they reach the top of the hill, he sees even more slowly rusting metal below. There's a massive building, with no windows, and he can see people moving in and around it. Sitting at the entrance is a small creature, and unlike the strange woman, he can say with certainty this little girl is an oread. But something seems wrong- her skin is too dull and her eyes too dark. The woman is headed straight towards the oread.

(Lol ok)

He followed.

The little oread looks up at the tall lady. They don't say anything to each other, instead the oread simply opening the door. The woman wordlessly heads inside, the oread following.

He stared.

They head inside.

They followed.

The interior is dark, dimly lit by buzzing rectangular lights. There's damage here, too, but it looks more intentional. There's claw marks and ripped up machinery, which doesn't happen from natural erosion. The tall lady comes over to a torn down door and leans down, examining it, her body illuminated by a half-broken light. Finally visible from this angle, he can see what she looks like.


She's tall and uncannily thin, so gaunt that she should be bony, yet with not so much as her collarbone visible under her skin. Her face is long, and so symmetrical and clear it doesn't even look real; he genuinely can't see a single imperfection on her whole face. Her eyes are odd, being mismatched yet even,- her left eye has a neon green sclera with no iris, and her right eye has a dark green sclera with a neon green iris. Both her pupils are x-shaped. Her hair is thick and glints oddly in the light, being almost prismatic with her black hair glinting sapphire in the light. It has bright green highlights, especially prominent in the ponytail holding her long hair.

She's lithe, and despite her lack of muscle tone something about her body gives the feel of somebody with a lot of athletic ability. Her skin is a dark grey, glimmering like metal, but not in quite the same way as the metal around her. Her clothes are nothing like he's ever seen a fey wear- the shirt is short, starting under where her collarbone should be and ending at her elbows' height. Her skirt is equally tiny, barely even the length of her hips. A massive black cloak had hidden most of her body before, being even bigger than she is- which is pretty big, because she's 7 feet tall.


She is, overall, incredibly beautiful, but something about her just seems so... wrong.

He stared, scared and confused.